Lucky

One of my close friends has recently fallen in love. Really fallen in love. Pretty much for the first time despite being married for the eight years. No, she’s not married now…they separated last year.

It took a lot to get free. Well, they have kids together so she’ll never be free completely. I feel for her- frankly the soon to be ex is of a type of new breed of man- I like to refer to them as the whiny little bitch. Luckily this type of man seems to be a small minority in the world but I fear like a virus they may spread.

This is the type of man you just want to shake, to yell at them to man up, put their big boy pants on, to quit being such a baby and expecting everyone to take care of you. No wonder women read so many romance novels or fall in love with prepubescent overdeveloped superstitions. It’s hard to love this kind of man.

The new man….single father, straight, wonderful, kind, literate. Basically everything one could want in a man. Well, not me necessarily. I have an entirely different list of desires in a mate.

I was peeking on her Facebook page and clicked a link leading to his page. He had posted pictures of a recent hiking trip. Her three kids and his one dominated most of the album. The shot of all four kids sleeping in the car made me laugh out loud. Then I stumbled on one of them together, just the couple, and tears came to my eyes. I hadn’t realized before this moment how serious it had become in such a short time. Just how well they fit together. How right it was.

She sent me a link to a note he had e-mailed her. It made me cry- full tears.

That’s how beautiful it was.

I get worried sometimes in this new world – one where women seem to only be valued for their physical shells and sex is a commodity easily given. Where divorce is approaching the 60% mark. Then I get to see the majesty of a friend falling in love and I am reassured.

Lucky